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NAME: Iejir Kothar
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Kiffar
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: Five foot nine
WEIGHT: one-hundred-eighty LBS
EYES: blue
HAIR: brown, cropped
SKIN: lightly tanned
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: No, inducted to the sith before his rights were performed.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Slightly above average strength, surprisingly strong for his build.
DEXTERITY: Iejir is quick and light on his feet but is no acrobat.
CONSTITUTION: Iejir has never been sickly, aside from minor illnesses he is always energetic and active.
INTELLIGENCE: Iejir is incredibly sharp and alert picking up on new things quickly.
WISDOM: Iejir is not a wise man. He prefers to learn through action rather than through study.
CHARISMA: Some find him to be a strange man but after extended company a reliable ally.
FORCE POWERS:
Drain Knowledge/Life
Force focus
SKILLS:
Fighting would obviously be the most prevalent of his skills. He uses his agility and speed to augment his lack of true strength
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Jar'kai of Niman
Iejir is nothing else if not aggressive and flashy.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Iejir is sharp, fast and strong. However these all feed his worst fault, his pride. Iejir will suffer no insult to his person and will refuse to back away from a challenge even against innumerable odds.
GEAR:
http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab115/barneybash/weapons/Sith_Lightsaber_by_Bonez18B.jpg
ignore color note
SHIP:
none
DROIDS:
None
PETS:
None
PERSONALITY:
A man is not born but made. Iejir has lived by that code ever since he could remember. He shapes himself according to his own code of honor for what is a man without his honor. Iejir doesn't like to burn bridges and if you are counted as his friend then you are never likely to need fear his ambitions. On the battlefield Iejir is at his best, there is no intricacy of court or game of politics there, only the skill of each warrior and the will to survive. That is Iejir's true home among the cacophony of blaster fire, thermal detonators and the threatening hum of his own crimson blades.
Iejir is a cocky and encouragible warrior. He takes pride in accomplishing his mission but is prone to taking dangerous detours for the sake of a strong enemy or challenge. While his sarcastic nature and attitude of indifference fools those who don't know him he is deeply concerned with his own personal standing and the standing of those he counts as allies. He is quick to trust a new acquaintance but if he is crossed will never forget the betrayal and the offender will quicker find his saber in their back than his hand offered in benevolence. Loyal to his friends, and born for the Sith. Iejir is a force to be recognized and feared.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born during the beginning of the whispered war the young Kifar babe was found by the Sith council. His parents who resisted were slaughtered infront of the childs innocent eyes. So innocent that he simply cooed at the hooded figures standing over the dismembered bodies of his birth parents. The child died that day, and Iejir Kothar was taken back to Koriban for training. As soon as he could stand Iejir understood pain. Pitted against his peers to see who was worthy of survival on the harsh planet.
He quickly learned he was not the biggest or strongest in his group. But the training and lifestyle forced on the acolytes had changed his body from thin and scrawny to lean and wirey. Iejir knew his speed and agility were his true weapons. He also learned how best to use them to deliver punishing blows to the weakest points of his enemies. He would watch with analyzing eyes for a favored leg or retreated arm and viciously attack that limb. During saber practice he was just as quick to adapt to the weightless blade and used his speed and flourishing movements to not only bewilder his opponent but to slay them before they realized it had happened.
When he was in his final stages of training Iejir learned of his true worth. Being cornered by another of his rivals he was forced into hand to hand combat. It was then while choking the life out of his would be adversary that he broke into his mind and saw what he had seen. He knew he could excel in his training by defeating his opponents and ripping their memories from their mind an ability that was somehow natural for him. It only took Iejir a week in the libraries and pouring through data banks to learn of this rare gift in one our of a hundred Kiffar. He was an investment and he knew he could use that to his advantage.
KILLS:
one tree
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
none
DUELING RING MATCHES:
none
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
none
ROLE-PLAYS:
Summoned
Have you come here to die?
Coming to an understanding
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